Fugee
The last day/night of anywhere is always surreal. And somehow or another, the right music is always playing. Last night it was Peter Frampton, "Where I Should Be (Monkey's Song)." I'd never heard it before, and I wasn't really listening to the lyrics, but it sounded right. It sounded like the ending of an episode of The Sopranos. Third season.
I got really annoyed, and I really missed Amy and Steve. They are Cortland. The others are Cortland, too, but Amy and Steve were the most important part of Cortland's most formative time on me, and so they are the most important for me, and they are also the least there when I'm in. And so that's ok--it's its own thing--but after having been there a full two months and quickly running out of things to do, your mind runs back to where it was happiest when it was there. Surprisingly (or not), it was happiest when it was cynical and moody and in the back of a beat up Pontiac (?), making fun of the peers who were drinking and smoking after track.
So watching The Prestige was a fine time last night, and I suppose it was just as good (reasonable [fitting]) a way to end my stint in my home base as throwing a coke-fueled orgy would've been. (Actually, more good [reasonable {fitting}].)
I’m damn glad I'm going to school, because to weigh my entire future on driving a truck would be to admit to an unfulfilling (and ultimately short/tragic) future. Also on the subject of the U-Haul I'm returning (somewhere) tomorrow: I hit a tree pulling out of the driveway. They are large machines, and I drive a Cavalier.
I had leftover pizza and a High Life for dinner. Read a book that I found on Drury’s floor: Toilet: The Novel. The reviews are bullshit. After 30 pages, I am unimpressed. This is less than 320 shit. A Kafka-wannabe and a hack. Instead of questioning life, I was questioning if it had even been edited.
I have been programmed.
Yet my situation is good.
I got really annoyed, and I really missed Amy and Steve. They are Cortland. The others are Cortland, too, but Amy and Steve were the most important part of Cortland's most formative time on me, and so they are the most important for me, and they are also the least there when I'm in. And so that's ok--it's its own thing--but after having been there a full two months and quickly running out of things to do, your mind runs back to where it was happiest when it was there. Surprisingly (or not), it was happiest when it was cynical and moody and in the back of a beat up Pontiac (?), making fun of the peers who were drinking and smoking after track.
So watching The Prestige was a fine time last night, and I suppose it was just as good (reasonable [fitting]) a way to end my stint in my home base as throwing a coke-fueled orgy would've been. (Actually, more good [reasonable {fitting}].)
I’m damn glad I'm going to school, because to weigh my entire future on driving a truck would be to admit to an unfulfilling (and ultimately short/tragic) future. Also on the subject of the U-Haul I'm returning (somewhere) tomorrow: I hit a tree pulling out of the driveway. They are large machines, and I drive a Cavalier.
I had leftover pizza and a High Life for dinner. Read a book that I found on Drury’s floor: Toilet: The Novel. The reviews are bullshit. After 30 pages, I am unimpressed. This is less than 320 shit. A Kafka-wannabe and a hack. Instead of questioning life, I was questioning if it had even been edited.
I have been programmed.
Yet my situation is good.